AN: Sorry for everyone who was disturbed by Angel of Death. The people who game with me agreed that it was in character for Azrael to do that kind of thing to someone who had ticked him off. But anyway, now here goes the next part of this insanity. You know, feedback isn't a coin of the realm, it's food for plotbunnies that I want out of my head...but anyway, this one is going to be more than one chapter long. I only have a few people lined up to join Xanders team for this one.

The Sithspawn-Yeah I did, the full reasons will be explained later, but it does have a purpose, and witht he way this plotbunny is growing and multiplying, it'll be found out soon enough. I thought that if Darla could be brought back, well it gave me the idea of Xander taking on all four members of the Scourge of Europe. In other words, more widespread wargames for the ghost.

xXx

Xander smiled as he watched the streets below him, he'd left the city after graduation and Buffy found out about him letting Azrael 'deal' with Angelus.

The armor made him just a ahimmer on the rooftops, the light of the setting sun reminding him of the nuclear warhead he'd dropped on the mayor with a smile, his words still ringing in his ears, "California fried snake anyone."

The phrase still brought out a smile in him and a chuckle from the sadistic side.

The school was in ruins, and in the running battle with the retreating hellsnake, four fifths of the city was in flames and the rest was deserted at the time. The city was rebuilt, the incident was blamed on a fight between two terrorist groups and everything settled down.

The funny thing was that the ghosts memories of terrorist incidents in the Dominion and with Mengsks little empire usually had far more destruction involved and more deaths to boot. But then again, he had caused more than his share of them himself.

Faith was out there somewhere, he'd followed her here. He needed to understand her, she had run when things got strange, someone died and Azrael tried to help, she paniced after Azrael took down a few dozen watchers and nearly every SWAT team in the state. He stayed in Sunnydale only long enough to deal with the Mayor before leaving, he'd survived Highschool, only to flatten it.

The word was spreading, the watchers had sent a second team to deal with this creature that called himself the Angel of Death. That team was sent back with all their non-vitals in very small boxes. Only one of them was left intact to help the others back without them dying from their 'injuries' and other maladies.

But everything left him feeling old, almost as if he had been through more than he could withstand. But his mind was still his own, during the duel between him and the mayor, at the end, something had happened to merge Azrael and Hyena into his consciousness, truely becomming one in mind as they were in body.

He was Alexander Lavelle Harris.

He was the Hyena.

He was Lucas Alleric "Azrael" Vladimir, the Angel of Death.

Three beings made into one.

He leaped off the rooftop, the edge shattering from the force of the jump servo's built into the ankles of the armor.

The gear had been enhansed in several ways through a variety of people he had hired with funds he had taken from the mayor's accounts, he had more weapons than he knew what to do with, although Azrael's seeming obsession with James Bond and Ethan Hunt was something of a laugh at first, well, until he started pulling off things that would have made either super spy wet their pants and run away.

But that was secondary to what was happening, he'd already reconsiled the fact that not all demons were evil, some were friends, Azrael saw no problem with Appearances, as long as they weren't trying to kill him or others, he'd let them be.

The enhansed vision he had gained from that night had allowed him to spot a group of vampires closing in on a trio of people.

His psionic blades extended as he released his cloak and the cloak extended, though he didn't lock it in place as it was designed, but let it flow around and behind him.

The crimson beams shredded the dozen vampires before they realized what was happening and allowed the blades to dissipate as he turned to the three men.

"Mister Harris," one of them said, an older man that seemed to be in his mid to late sixties.

"How do you know that name," Xander asked, his inquisitiveness getting the better of him.

""We work for the government, and well, we know about what you fight, and well, we need your help," the man said calmly, holding out a folder.

The ghost flipped through it, thankful that his grin was hidden beneath the mask, "A group against demons, interesting, but why me?"

"We've had our eye on the Hellmouth for some time, while your actions with Angelus was deemed a bit on the extreme side, your decision to eliminate the threat was judged to be something that we could use."

"Why?"

"We're building a team to fight the darkness, and well, we want you to lead it, your capability with dealing with allies that are turned is what made us decide to ask you to form and then lead the group."

"I'll do it, when do we begin, and as a sign of good faith, so to speak, we found the one you're looking for," the man said handing him a business card, "The adress on the back is where you'll find her, the other is where you need to be in one week to finish this discussion and begin filling out your team."

"Will do," he responded.

"One question, what rank did you hold?"

"Me, none, but Azrael was a Colonel," he answered with a smirk.

"Well, you get that rank for starters, welcome to the club," the man said with a chuckle.

"By the way, who are you?"

"General West," the man said with a smile, "And trust me, demons aren't the wierdest things I've dealt with, though I thought I'd left the wierd to Hammond."